...and did I ever mention that I'm not a patient person?....
They took blood, and it's off being tested for the presence of West Nile antibodies as I type. I'll be honest: I was really hoping it WAS West Nile, because when you've been sick on and off for as long as I have, you just want to know what the hell is going on: If the test comes out negative then I'm right back to square one, not knowing what is wrong with me. Also, five weeks is a long time to be moaning and carrying on about how crappy you feel to all your friends and relatives. You start to feel a little self-conscious about it, like you're a big sniveling whiny hypochondriac. Receiving conformation that I have indeed fallen victim to a potentially very serious disease would, obviously, relieve me of THAT particular worry. See! I HAVE been sick, I WASN'T just trying to make you do all the work around here cuz I'm lazy... heh heh...well, maybe partly...
Last night, though, I spent some time reading up on the disease and, holy crap, no, I DO NOT WANT IT. Long term effects sound pretty bad, and include impaired motor control, headaches, tremors and DEPRESSION. Three words, people: "Permanent neurological damage." Aughhh, freaking out here! If my brain becomes impaired everything is going to suck! My students will know I am a big dummy and call me mean and hurtful names like "Ms Big Dummy." My chemistry lessons will be over my head. Kids will raid my chemical supply room and make pipe bombs in class and I'll be too dumb to figure out what's going on. (Ha ha ha, having fun guys?) My plan to master the Russian language and read the complete works of Tolstoy in the original? So out the window! And when the Globe and Mail arrives on Saturday I'll just stare blankly at the day's top stories and then head straight for the Style section to ogle the pretty pictures of smart furniture. Oh wait a minute, I already do that...
After reading about all the long-term effects of WNV, I went to Mr. IQ and said, "Hey, did you know permanent neurological damage can result from West Nile Virus? I could end up with BRAIN DAMAGE if that test comes out positive."
He looked up from the paper he was reading. "Well then," he said, "I guess you'll have to rely on your looks for your survival then." He gave a little guffaw -- well, not that little, more along the lines of a hearty "AHARHARHARHAHRHARHAR," sort of thing, and then, wiping the tears from his eyes and obviously very pleased with himself, went back to his reading.
Hhrrrmmppphh.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
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Hang in there. I spent eight miserable years trying to find an answer to what ailed me. It is a long sordid tale but he moral to the story is, don’t give up just because the doctors give up on you. There’s a sizable population of sick people in the world who don’t fit neatly into the diagnostic flow chart. Just keep plugging away and sooner or later, one of your specialists will stumble onto the answer.
How ya like me now?
He's a funny one, that man o' yours.
How perfectly you'ev captured that exquisitely brutal sarcasm that spouses have. You'll have to regale us with another, this time from you to him.
Good luck with the tests.
I know how it feels to hope for a disease. So much better than being sick from nothing.
But I do hope your diesease is something that will spare your brain and every other body part from long term damage.
I came here from Accidental Poet.
Glad I did.
:)
Isn't that just "possible" not "probable?"
dang skeeters.
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